Old Angry Fluke

No one's as tall and all-over as me

I don't find things funny about what you think

See, we agree



Well I'm alack in personality today

But in reality today wouldn't exist without yesterday

(Or any other day)

Or any other day

(Anyway)



I know to impede with a great deal of speed

Would require wings in order to reach your height

Landing somewhere, somewhat bare

I'm still missing during the night

You're all alone and cold

Oh, your body is growing old



Time is reflected with a refractive light

And despite our efforts here, nothing's right

We've still got an appetite

(Let's go get a bite I've got a big appetite)



An appetizer, salad, bread, and soup

But by the main dish you're still hungry

But you've got more soup

(Finish your soup)



And I could spook you, you angry fluke

Never reminds me of nothing

How'd you find your dose of dismay

Hanging on with a broken finger?

You're all alone and cold

Oh, your body is growing old



Oh, your body's growing old

Oh, your body's growing old

Old

Old



I could spook you, you angry fluke

Never reminds me of nothing

How d'you find your dose of dismay

Hanging on with a broken finger?

You're all alone and cold

Oh, your body is growing old